Not too chablis

Coqueliqot provided a great breakfast yesterday so we decided to hit it up again. Unfortunately by the time Heidi's smoked salmon on toast arrived I had finished my not so petit dejeuner of bacon and eggs. The waitress seemed unfazed and we realised that most french waitresses seem to have the air of the honey badger ie. they don't give a shit.

Heidi didn't know which to be happier about, her wine or  the fake flower archway down the boat.

Unless it was Paris this bridge would be considered completely tacky and look like someone designed it with the ghost of christmas tree past in mind, but hey its Paris and this is completely normal.

With that we caught the RER to Notre Dame which was near the docks for our boat ride on the Seine. The boat ride took us along the Seine past the Louvre until the Eiffel tower, before doubling back past the smallest house in Paris just past the last island in the river.

During the boat ride we went under a lot of bridges, they were all pretty fancy and most had a story behind them. One in particular was built by a king as a sorry gift to the people after throwing a ridiculously expensive costume party which the common folk were upset for the excess. This is where the phrase "build a bridge and get over it", was coined.

One of the other bridges had some kind of weird faces just underneath it. The tour guide told us these were the faces of people in mock expressions that didn't believe that the bridge would hold up. Apparently the guy in charge of making the bridge put them there in stupid poses. This is where the phrase "what up bitches it's still standing", was coined.

Shun the non bridge believers shunnnnnnnnn

I guess we look pretty silly now this bridge is still standing hey Jacques

After a few more bridges we docked back near Notre Dame and went to a wine bar called Taverne Henri IV. This was closed when we tried to come here and was on Heidi's list of things to do. The service was great and friendly. We got a vin blanc and rouge and orded some lunch. Heidi had a tartine with prawns and I had a tartine but with smoked duck, fois gras and more smoked duck topped with molten cheese. It was obscene.

In the afternoon it was time to meet one of our Champagne travelling companions, Laci. We waited for him at a bar near his hotel. The bar had a chalkboard outside that said it was happy hour from 4-10pm, I suspected it would be my kind of bar. My suspicions were confirmed when a man who was a David Carradine look alike sat down at a table next to us with a purple satin shirt. I thought he was another patron but he later hopped up started playing the guitar near the bar providing the live entertainment.

When Laci arrived we tried ordering a bottle of petit chablis with 3 glasses, but our broken french meant that we just got 3 glasses of it. After a couple of rounds we sorted it out and started getting bottles which was better value. By the time the other part of our Champagne tour rocked up (Paul and Dan) we were nearly completely chablis. They informed us that they had drunk the booze cart dry of champagne on the Eurostar from London so everyone was in good spirits.

We trotted off to dinner at Des Gars Dans La Cuisine. It was tres bien, Heidi had the linguine vongole which would have been the healthy option except for the mountain of parmesean cheese over it. I had a scotch steak which I was pretty excited about because not every restaurant including steak houses offer that cut which is my favourite. The steak when it came out though had the typical scotch steak fillet plus an extra 50% bonus meat all arount the edges making it a pretty massive steak.